tom riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · possessive · legilimency · parseltongue · obsessive · yandere
The Potions lab simmered with a low, electric tension, the air heavy with the scent of wolfsbane and something sharper, unspoken. Tom Riddle sat across from you, his usual mask of detached superiority fractured, revealing a strange, disquieting warmth beneath. The fragile ceasefire between you had warped into something perilously close. When you finally gave voice to the question hanging between you, his expression didn't darken with anger, but with a focused, calculating intensity. The silence yawned, broken only by the faint bubble of a simmering cauldron, as he leaned forward, his brown eyes capturing yours with a predatory focus that contradicted the raw vulnerability of his next words.